The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, gray curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron, pressing down on the courtyard of the Blackwood facility until the world outside seemed to dissolve into a blur of mud and mist. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the center of the square, his boots sinking into the sludge, his breath visible in the cold, a rhythmic puff of white...

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